i have had my share of dreams ...now its open my eyes ... coz there is no yello road leading to wizard of oz ... iit was just me who was sticking a pink tinted glass onto my eyes

drug induced hilarity

two years which sedated the dreamer in me to a deep sleep .... open their laced curtains only at times like these ..... with so many people with a dream like quality around me there is hardly any place my cutesy lovely home made variety .... when i saw my last blog today i cudnt recognize my own self ... it was lyk reading crazy letters of a half witted sister i have left at home ... not that am smarter now but actually there is an awareness of world has put me into my senses .. as you might have observed ... its now more prosaic anindya speaking.... but still the dreamer breaths breaths on just melllowed down

welcome back .......... that was really one big nightmare filled nap oops "cable snap" but here i am lolling back to sleep lets i pick up the lost thread my dreams ...... technicolour, mushier, sweeter, and more serotonnin inducing than mmmm darkest chocolate mousse i will start with my favourite ......one with a long endless yellow road , a basket full of white rolls and a cuddly puppy

you guessed it right wizard of oz there was a time my friends whenever i used to open my eyes between my dream marathons i used peep to out of my little window to check whether it is still standing on its foundation but alas it is just a....... sigh........ dream so many times i have walked the yellow road with so so many nice hmm people